A word about our coach driver

If you sit up front near our coach driver, Peter, you get an earful about traffic conditions, crazy drivers and arcane customs of the road in various countries. It’s terrifying to sit in the front of the coach and watch how close we come to other vehicles. As we were driving to our hotel in Paris, the two men in a compact car next to us started screaming at Peter for moving into their lane ahead of them during stalled traffic, even though he was doing nothing illegal. They were so close to us that the passenger was able to reach out his arm and pound on the side of our coach while cursing at us! The driver got out and walked up to Peter’s side window and started shaking his fist and yelling. Peter didn’t even look at him. He just laughed.